This is HARD. I can't use the line "Nobody warned me!" because everybody warned me. But until you're sleeping less than two hours at a time, until your breasts exist primarily for someone else's benefit (no, husbands don't count), you can't really comprehend how difficult life with a newborn will be.
My sister-in-law, sensing the impending effects of sleep deprivation and dropping hormones, strongly suggested I come up for a visit today. So after a much-needed shower (honestly, does postpartum sweat stink more than the regular stuff?), Little Ghoulie and I will leave the dishes in the sink and go for a drive. Leaving the dishes is just as well, since Ghoulie is only happy in her sling today, which makes dish-washing slightly more challenging than pregnancy did.
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